On a day with the wind and the sun
fidgeting with the clouds
we will leave the town for the long hot stretches of the road
where the distance fidgets with our eyesight
and we will say the names of places
a mantra as the wheels turn on the bitumen.
The children shout for Melbourne, Adelaide and Bight,
but you will say ‘Ceduna’ with the sunset wharf
across your brow for a moment the revving engines in the dark
and I’ll say ‘Esperence’ over west
with all those oversized flowers and blooming surf
and the lift of clouds that have only known sea
and find that raining on land
makes fascinating punctures in the earth
to get all that fidgeting back again.